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who wants to read
a
CONCRETE
poem?
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(who wants to
hold
a lead
balloon?) |
maybe we
should
change that name.
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Maybe we
should
Change
it
soon. | Why call words stone?
Words are like grass . . .
if
a
poem’s words
form a
shape
|
that
our eyes can
see, |
then
why not call
them picture
poems? |
or
graphic
poetry?
| . . . not
heavy grey, but light and green . . . .
cement's
good for SIDEWALKS,
BLOCKs,
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and
PAVEMENTS, good for BRICKS and ROADS, |
but
poems are made of words, not ROCKS,
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and
carry only thoughts, not
loads. | . . . In worlds of blocks,
bricks, slabs, words pass. . .
. .
who wants to write
a CONCRETE
poem? |
who
wants to grow an iron
flower?
|
why should poems bear
that STONE-GREY
name--
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--all DUST and WEIGHT
and POWER?
| . . . 'round! over! up! through!
in between!! . . .
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